Shawnna got a `lac, sittin` on tres
Shawnna don`t need no ni**a, I`m paid
Shawnna got stacks, Shawnna got grip
Shawnna got that so you better not slip

I`m posted on tha block
My girls tippin` dro
This cafe patron got me sippin` real slow
I`m lookin` like a star

Ice on my neck
Ice on my wrist
Ice on my chest
You might wanna fit but I ain`t all that

I`m way f**ked up, I`m way tore back
And I don`t give a f**k, I got it like that
They took a ni**az juice
I got it right back

And now they like `Damn`
Now they like `Amazing`
Tondra roll 4, 5 blunts and we blazin`
Look at shawty gazin`

He lookin` like he want me
I`m sorry little daddy
I`m tryna get ya homie

Lames can`t call her
(Lames can`t call her)
All she date is ballers
(She only date ballers)
Shawty got a fetish
(For boys who go get it)
Squares can`t call her
(Squares can`t call her)

Lames can`t call her
(Lames can`t call her)
All she date is ballers
(She only date ballers)
Shawty got a fetish
(For boys who go get it)
She only date ballers
(It`s Miss Shawnna)

I`m Gucci Mane, a flare, I`m MVP
I know your baby mama real proud of me
The Benz line say they get tried of me
I`m young kush man, I sell nothin` but QP`s

Shawnna so fine, Gucci mane I`m good
She`s so pretty but still so hood
Hey, little darling, how you Shawty?
I`m so marless, I can`t call it

I`m so southern, you so northern
We so crack rock, they so corny
It`s two-thirty early in tha mornin`
The way I cook a brick, it`s like I`m doin` a performance

All eyes on we, homegirl want me
Say he on tha track, so tha track real funky
Pants red monkey, Gucci go donkey
Ni**az play crazy, get left stanky

Lames can`t call her
(Lames can`t call her)
All she date is ballers
(She only date ballers)
Shawty got a fetish
(For boys who go get it)
Squares can`t call her
(Squares can`t call her)

Lames can`t call her
(Lames can`t call her)
All she date is ballers
(She only date ballers)
Shawty got a fetish
(For boys who go get it)
She only date ballers
(It`s Miss Shawnna)

I wrote the first 3 for bitches in tha hood
My and 1 bitches smokin` on tha good
Sittin` on tha porch, sippin` on tha yak
Or posted in tha parking lot sittin` on tha `lac

Them bitches got weight
Them bitches got work
Them bitches wanna trip
Them bitches gettin` murked

And stick em in tha dirt
And gone `bout our business
And it ain`t nothin` personal
It`s all bout tha figures

It`s M.O.E. till a bitch a dead
And I don`t give a f**k about what a bitch said
I`m still gettin` money I`m still gettin` rich
I`m still that woman that will take your dick

Yeah, tha truth hurts, you still gotta face it
I spent ya whole deal on my ring and my bracelet
It`s top notch twat
Cream of tha crop

I`m beatin` down ya block
And let the choppers chop
Chop, chop, chop, chop, chop, chop, chop

Lames can`t call her
(Lames can`t call her)
All she date is ballers
(She only date ballers)
Shawty got a fetish
(For boys who go get it)
Squares can`t call her
(Squares can`t call her)

Lames can`t call her
(Lames can`t call her)
All she date is ballers
(She only date ballers)
Shawty got a fetish
(For boys who go get it)
She only date ballers
(It`s Miss Shawnna)